I wanna take the control now

September 3

I didn’t have to beg or bow to take control.
The fire in my eyes, the tremble in my breath, the defiance in my body—he couldn’t turn away.

The Dominant who thought he owned me found himself listening instead.
Every word, every shiver, every whispered challenge pulled him deeper under my skin.

He’s commanded countless before me, but none ever slipped past his armor.
None but me.
I made his chest tighten. I made his pulse stutter. I made him ache.

And now he’s fallen—hard, raw, unprepared. feral in obsession, undone in hunger, trembling for the one thing he swore he’d never surrender to.

Not my obedience. Not the game.
Me.
The prey he thought he hunted… turned out to be the one who captured him.

Tell me, hunter—wasn’t it intoxicating to finally lose?